80 THE TEMPLARS IX CYPRUS. [ACT II. NOFFO. Fear nought. E'en had he heard, Ho'd be already asleep again ere now ! CHAPLAIX. Look you ! This good crusade, most necessary It is to priceless Christendom, and our sins Have much deserved that God's correcting rod Should scourge us ;—yet is this Crusade—how should I put it into words ?—Between ourselves— Out as tho mantlo is tho pallium, 'sooth, That overhangs the surplice. PRIOR (with increasing attention). Plainer make Your meaning. CHAPLAIN*. If you gentlemen will not Betray me— NOFFO. We ? Such warm, devoted friends ! PRIOR (Aside). Scoundrel ! CHAPLAIN. Then look you ! the Provincial Father, My reverend friend and patron, writes to me— But secretly, as though under the seal Of tho confessional !—Hark ye, betray My confidence, and ye shall one day roast A longer spell by so much in Hell-fire ! PRIOR (Aside). Coarse, virulent numskull ! XOKFO. We'll be silenter Than e'en these prison walls.